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A FRIEND 

At every turn along the road 

I've found a helping hand, 
A pleasant smile, a kindly word, 

A friend to help me stand. 

And so I long to he as much 

To you — and you — and all 
Who need the strength of a helping hand 

When night begins to fall. 

I'd give the lift you've given to me 
When you need it on the way; 

I'd wish to banish all the clouds 
From out your sky of gray. 

I'd wish to say the very words 

You need to stir your soul 
And rouse you, when discouraged, 

To press on towards the goal. 

Ah! friend, I've met at every turn, 

I pray that I may be 
Worthy of all the kindly love 

That you have given to me. 



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"WhtH th9 ar§ai SCORER marks agaimt 
your nam*, H* writes not thai you won or lost 
but HOW roU PUiYRD THR QAME." 



Am I going to play the game of life 
With courage and a resolute heart. 

And cheerfully i»olve its problems 
And never shirk my part? 

Am I going to smile, when sometimes 
1 lose. 

And gracefully start again? 
And learn, by the loss — and steadier be, 

Holding on with a broader grin? 

If there's any lessening of the grip 
When a mistake is made in the play, 

The next move sets us farther back, 
A laggard on life's way. 

But, if we tackle the thing to do 
With strength, and hope and cheer, 

And faith in God behind it all. 
The way will be made clear. 

For some of us frown, when we should 
smile, 

And some are downed in the fight; 
But the man who plays the winning game 

Must strive with all his might. 



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Today ij« here, a frc«h beginning, 
Yrntrrclay i(» pa«l and gone. 

There never shall he a tomorrow, 
For tomorrow hath no dawn. 

The eternal NOW i» here before me, 
I own no pa^t, no future drear. 

If I have err'd, or failed in doing, 
I will give more effort to the HERE! 

I muHt fiU the living PRESENT 
With the best that's in my power. 

Only worthy of progressing. 
As 1 use this present hour. 

Eternity is not found by waiting 
Until we live out this mortal span. 

Eternity is NOW — the Kingdom 
As He said — is here at hand! 

Let me build this day so nobly. 
With no regret at setting sun. 

Fill each hour with high endeavor. 
Assured of leaving naught undone. 



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PRAYER FOR A WARLESS WORLD 

O God of Love, empty the world 
Of all hate and pride of power! 

Let swords he heaten to plough-shares, 
And hless this sacred hour. 

When nations are come together, 
To free men for work and song 

And hanish war forever, 

And Right overcome all Wrong. 

Then, all shall he as brothers. 
And LOVE shall have full sway. 

In every heart the shadow of Christ, 
Oh! Let PEACE come to stay! 



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"Except yp hpcomr as a little child, ye 
cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven** 



Except ye bocorac an a little child — 
Now what cloc8 thin mean to you 

And nie, and all of uh here. 

Who have much of pride and doubt and 
fear. 
And victories ever bo few? 

A little child reaches out in faith 
And does not li«ten to fear, 

No shadow of doubt, nor wavering 
thought. 

No questioning if it all is so. 

But KNOWING that God is NEAR! 

No conscious pride, nor sinful sense. 

No slave to selfish lust. 
But a heart that is pure, and willing, too. 
To learn of the good, the right, the true, 

A creature of perfect trust! 

Would it not be easier for you and me. 

If we put more of self aside. 
And turned today, in simpler way. 
Just trusting more with each new day. 
And striving in LOVE to abide? 



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BECAUSE OF YOU 

Because of you, there is in me 
The wish to live, to learn, to do, 
To make of earth a fairer place. 
Because of you! 

I had not lived so well, nor long; 
Life never would have meant so much. 
I had not found the path 
So smooth — ^without the touch 
Of your dear hand! 

Because of you, I can face 
Discouragement, the world's sad tears. 
Disdain, e'en hope deferred, and heart- 
wrung fears 
Give place to peace and calm — 
Because of you! 

Ah, no! Such dear companionship 
Can never end! God wills it so 
That nothing good is ever lost; 
So, dear one, hand in hand we go, 
on together. 
Nor fearing separation. 

For, if, by chance, you or I 

Should seem to pass beyond the HERE, 

THERE IS NO DEATH! This weU we 

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And I would still be near — to clasp 
your hand 
And comfort you! 



LOVE'S UNFOLDING 

Just to be a little kinder 

Along Life*« way. 
To other*ii faults a little blinder. 

For this I pray. 

Not to judge the outward seeming 

For I know. 
The battle ^oiuetimes fiercely raging 

Docs not show! 

And then is when much love is needed. 

The word of cheer, 
A friendly handclasp often bringing 

Heaven more near! 



Just to smile when days seem darkest 

Instead of frowa. 
To see the good, and not the evil 

All around. 

Just to leave a little light 

As I pass by — 
Seeing the blue, above the cloud mists. 

In God*s sky! 



MOTHER LOVE 
Is there anything greater in all the world 

Than a Mother's wonderful heart? 
A Mother's prayers, and a Mother's love, 

That take in this life such a part? 

It knows no time, no space, no loss; 

It's as high as the heavens above 
From aU the lesser, selfish things 

That are tainted with much of earth's 
dross. 

No matter how sunken in sin her child, 
She will never give up in despair, 

But holds on, prays on, knowing in 
Truth, 
That God and help are there! 

And, somehow, sometime, he will come 
back. 

Her child, her baby of old. 
For the Shepherd doth not ever intend 

That e'en one shall miss the fold! 

Yea, verily like unto Him who said: 
"Though your sins be scarlet and 
mean. 

They shall be whiter than wool itself, 
For I will make them clean." 

Whatever I am, wherever I be. 
Oh, God, of all being divine. 

Make me worthy of my Mother's love, 
And I shall be fit for Thine. 



After thr rloufi-*, thr Huni«binc, 

Aflor thr ^toriii, the calm, 
Aftrr tho night, the morning, 

Tho glory of gohlen dawn. 

So with the heart in trouhlr. 

Bowed down by dintrew and pain, 

'Ti- only the test of courage. 

Thai hrings to the »oul great gain. 

If thr faith i« ntrnng and enduring. 
And the thought is lifted above, 

And the con»ciou»nesM clear of the 
presence 
Of thofte wonderful Arms of Love. 

Then we may count it all joy to suffer. 
If through the darkest night 

\l'e keep patient and strong and faithful 
Till the morning bringeth light. 



MY SOLDIER 

"I want to be a soldier, 

When I get to be a man!" 
My little eon was playing, 

As only babies can. 
The soldiers red, and the soldiers blue, 

All piled upon the floor, 
The setting up and knocking down 

At the fancied cannon's roar! 



"I want to be a soldier" — 

And then, it seemed but a span 
Till my little one was a child no more. 

But had grown to be a man. 
Then — God! — ^there came a day of 
fright — 

WAR'S thunders shook the land. 
And the summons came for boys and 
men. 

Came the cry for brain and hand! 



And he mupt go with nil the rest. 

Into th<* duioke and 8hell, 
And my inothrr heart woh torn in part. 

Ah I thought of that ghantly hell! 
W hrrr men niu^t kill to conquer. 

Pay the price with human life, 
U'ith Love and Brotherhood all forgot 

In that crucihle of 8trifel 

"I want to be a M)ldier'^ — 

That little piercing call 
Wan bringing me back to the preeent — 

I was dreaming — after all! 



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ADMONITION 

Speak gently; the cold, hard word 

You left behind today, 
Will linger and echo in a hungry heart. 

Long after you are away. 



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You uttered it carelessly, with no intent 


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And went your way unconsciously. 
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YOUR PART 

You did not uniile, when I looked to you 

F^or r«'i«ponKiv«" sympathy — 
And tiir cold, liarfl look upon your face. 

Gave mc a hrii(«r of dif>may. 

A »>niilr dorn good, like a ray of Fun. 

Lighting the 8addeet face. 
And ftnioothd out the wrinklcB, one by 
one. 

Ap frownfl to smiles give place. 

TK hat right have you to wear those lines 
That fihow fear, and strain, and care; 

May it not be you inunt answer to God 
For the troubled look you wear? 

There are others as weary along the 
road, 
And they sometimes are losing the 
fight'; 
If from you they ran catch the gleam 
of a pmile. 
It may serve as a beacon light. 



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A SONG OF HOPE 

Art thou troiiiilrd. wrary traveller? 

Dors thi* way mh'Ui hur»i to tread? 
SiriH ol otlien*, ranvs and norrows, 

h« *;iriiig down thy tired head? 

TearH no pent up, give them freedom, 
I hey may wanh away the pain. 

And the aching hurt will vanish 
Like the duAt clouds after rain. 

H«*art howed down, so sad and weary. 
Look up. lift thy thots ahove — 

There i- (ihrist l)ehind the shadow 
Reaching out those Arms of Love. 

Listen, **Peace be still" — dost hear it? 

And, **Come unto Me and rest," 
Only by earth's overcomings 

Can we be forever blent. 



Then take up thy cross and bear it, 
H«' who trod this way before 

I** thy piide thru all the darkness. 
Look up! Rejoice! — forevermore! 



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Give me my flowers NOW. 

Do not wait until my cold brow 

Is all too still and white to feel the touch 

And soft caress of their sweet presence. 

Give me my praise HERE. 

It will be too late when my cold ear 

Is dead to sound, 

And all my earthly struggles o'er. 

What I need, is NOW, TODAY 

The word of praise, the word of cheer, 

To help me on— 

And give me heart to win the fight. 

I am fighting — yes! 
The fiercest battles ever fought 
Are those within. 

And the raging conflict seldom seen of 
mien. 

'Tis then the time 

When your smile, or word of praise, 
May turn the current of the fight. 
And I may press on to see the light. 



Oh! Take time to ntund and look about; 

Your fellow man may be 

On lo!«ing ground 

And yearning for a kindly word. 

Reaeh out your hand, 

'Twill help him on to reach his goal 

And help your 80ul 

To rhyme with God'a. 

He may be at a tenting time 
Ju«t on the threshold of despair. 
When juftt a word, a touch, a smile. 
Will help him thru that weary mile! 

So — give the flowers NOW! 

Take time for the smallest little thing, 

DO IT TODAY! For we may 

Not pass this way again! 



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MY DOG 

Where did you go, O, little, white dog, 
Out of the here, that lonely day, 

When the fog came down the strange 
city street 
And you carelessly wandered away? 

The years have heen many, 

The time has been long. 
But I miss you still, little friend; 

And I cannot believe that the love 
and faith 
You gave to me here must end 

With death. But, somewhere, 

In the realm of the real, 
Just a little step farther on. 

Where the God of all preserves the 
life 
And truth of all being Divine 

And nothing is lost, save the wrong 
and unreal, 
I shall find you — and all of mine. 



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LOVE'S FRUITAGE 

If ftoiiio little deed of mine 
May help hoiiii* 8ad one on, 

And cauM* again the eun to shine 
When light had gone. 

If only now, this day, 

I ran minister to one of Thine, 
And help that one to say 

"I will trust more, O, Father Mine.' 

If I can keep my thoughts so pure. 
My heart the dwelling place 

Of Love; then am I free 

To do some kindly thing, O, Lord, 

To Thine for Thee. 



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Little, shiny, golden head 
Lying on my breast; 

Could there be sublimer joy 
After pain's unrest? 


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Little one, so straight from God, 

Cuddling in my arms: 
Gift from Him thou wert to me. 

Untouched hx earth's alarms. 


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0! the precious hours of care 
\rhen Tou clung to me; 

And my eyes were all the skies 
Your babv eves could see. 


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When from my breast you drew 

The nourishment that gave vou life, 

And mv arms could shelter vou 
From danger, fear and strife! 


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And all mv castles, all mv dreams. 

W hen vou should be a man. 
To make of earth a better place. 

According to His plan. 


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Then — God! Can I forget 
That day of anguished pain. 

When vour little arms slipped from my 
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And I cried and begged in vain 


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To feel them only once again. 

Clinging in baby way? 
Bat there you lay, oo cold and Btill, 

And the sun grew dark that day. 

And it Beemed to me it could not be 

According to God^s will; 
And then 1 turned to Him 

To Whom one never turns in vain 
And aaked for clearer vision 

That would ease that searing pain. 

Then came the revelation 
That, as I took up my cross 

And ministered to others. 
Could 1 forget my loss? 

The years have been so lonely, 

But, looking back today, 
I 6nd that it was better 

Worked out in this strange way. 

For the chastened heart is tender; 

Sorrows only proofs of love. 
And fiery trials help us 

To keep our thoughts above. 



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ASSURANCE 

When all my work on earth is done. 
And I shall come to setting sun, 
And that last test of faith supreme 
Which comes to all — 

When that last clear call shall come 

for me. 
And my frail harque puts out to sea. 
As unto the deep I go alone, 

God! I pray that I may he 
Not sleeping, nor unaware, 
Nor e'en with clasped hands 

As though resigned to some sad fate. 

Nor yet possessed with craven fear, 

As unto something strange and drear. 

But I would go elate! rejoicing! 

Exultant! that I should he 

Nearer my Father 

Than I had heen before; 

With nothing lost — save something 

Of this mortal dream 

That has held me long in bondage. 

1 would be but awakening 
To the great reality of LIFE, 



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And clo9cr unto Him 
Who ha8 ever been my refuge from the 
storm. 

No! I would leave my loved one» 

With a 8ong of prai.4e and hope. 

As confirmation of the faith 

That I have tried to live; 

And thu8 take out, ooftcn the sting 

And pain of (reparation. 

I would have them say 

**She is not dead — but gone 

A step up higher in the journey on 

From SENSE to SOUL. 

She is only nearer HIM 

Whom to know aright 

U LIFE ETERNAL." 

So, grieve not for mr. dear ones 

Who are left behind. 

THERE IS NO DEATH! 

Nor sleep, nor dark oblivion 

Awaits beyond the HERE, 

But LIFE More full. 

More blest, and more complete, 

Until we stand as we were 

First created IN HIS IMAGE! 



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I am not doomed to roam, 
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LEST WE FORGET 
(DeduatfJ to thi "Lat Wt torgtt" Movement) 

How fart' they alJ? 

Tho«c soldier boys who left so willingly 

At fluty*8 eall. 

Can we forget that time of fright 

When human effort had to free 

The world from the Iron Rule of 
Might? 

It «eem^ bo short a time 

Sinee they went forth. 

That khaki-covered throng. 

All panoplied with strength and cour- 
age 

To do their part to right the wrong! 

And we stood by 

With hearts in anguish torn. 

Afraid to bid them stay or go. 

Held back the tear till they were gone, 

I^-^t wc weaken courage by our woe. 



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Then how we turned to work, 
jVo task too hard, no toil too great, 
No sacrifice but came with welcome 
To our desire to Berve, 
For we must do our part. 

We worked, w^e planned, 
We w atched and prayed, 
And for a time all worldly stain 
And selfish thought seemed lost 
In kindly deed and sacrifice. 

We stopped, when one came back 
We told him of our gratitude 
And deep anxiety to show. 
What in our hearts we felt 
And would have him know. 



Now, it is over. 

And when we pass them now and then 

We do not even stop to see 

What thev mav need from vou and me! 



AliiH, that in so short a time 

They an* put by — and we take up 

The thingH that we would do. 

And find not time to think or look 

To those dear broken ones 

Vi'ho, but yesterday, were whole and 

well; 
Ami the memory of their sacriBce 
Is all forgot — just something of the papt 
Instead of spurring us on to help 
As long as we are here, 
As long as life shall last! 



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STIR US TO ME^IORY! 

ROUSE US TO DO! 

WAKE US TO SACRIFICE ANEW! 

PROD US BY SORROW! STING TO 
REGRET! 

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